AWAKE-ARISE

 

                                            Khrystyna Kvyk- Ukraine

A Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;

wake sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;

Unfold thy forehead gather’d into frowns:
Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth:
Awake, awake;

And with a thankful heart his comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry;
And feel his death, but not his victory.

Arise sad heart; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ’s resurrection thine may be:
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which as it riseth, raiseth thee:
Arise, arise;

And with his burial-linen dry thine eyes.
Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears, or blood, not want a handkerchief.

                        George Herbert (d. 1633) English